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So, I had a pretty shitty Friday… which began with me up at the crack of 6AM. I guess I was a bit over-concerned with getting to my Banana Republic interview on time. Perhaps not, though, because… after all, this being unemployed and having no cash thing is getting a bit old. Anyway, I started my new morning ritual, got dressed and headed out the door. I got to the Bay Ridge Ave. station just in time to watch the R train speed away for Manhattan without me. I couldn’t help but think, if I had only left the apartment one minute earlier.

I got on the next train about fifteen minutes later. The entire ride, I was really freaking out. I kept having visions of being late to the group interview. Perhaps I was being too paranoid. After all, I left with more than enough time to spare for the train ride. Unfortunately, I should have been freaking out — as the train pulled into the 5th Ave. station with about two minutes to go before the group interview. Problem with that is, Banana Republic is ten blocks down from the train station. I tried to get to Banana as fast as I could, to no avail. Late for my almost-guaranteed chance for employment. Again, if only I’d left a minute earlier.

Later in the day, I faced the same kinds of problems. In my second trip to Manhattan (to print out resumes and distribute in the Union Square area), I decided to put off a trip to school (where I’m guaranteed access to a printer) and go to the Performing Arts Library before they close. I get there, and the printer is out of order. Trying to make the best of things, I started to read from a book in the reference section. Just as I start getting involved in my reading, the library closes. Attempting not to waste further time, I take the subway down to 34th street and make the walk over to AADA. I get there just as the library is closing, and the computers are already turned off. Yet again… if only I’d been a minute earlier.

Overall, it was a frustrating day. Somewhere along the way, I had the impulse to run back to Bay Ridge, curl up in bed, and cry a bit. Fortunately, my recent studies in the ways of Tony Robbins lead me to step back, assess the situation, and persist. Instead of running, I stopped by Union Square anyway, to fill out job applications. Getting discouraged again, I walked over to the village, reminding myself of everything I’d learned in the tapes. I guess I just have to re-think my game plan. Thank you, Tony Robbins, for keeping me sane. Additionally, a thank you to Stephanie… for the tea and sympathy (no pun intended. Okay, maybe it was…). The broccoli-and-cheese-quiche inspired me to write more of my play, that I’m now determined to finish.

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Expect the “Sideways” review later tonight or tomorrow. It’s already written, I just need to make it look all pretty.